Touch of love

This poetry is a rap style composure. 

It is a story that cherishes the romantic rendezvous during the dawn of love as the love takes off. It is at this time where the sky looks beautiful than ever, and the beaches look romantic than ever, and fear starts to monger of losing your loved one.  The burning yearning when nothing else matter.

As her lips touched my lips, I swayed away in a bliss. Oblivious.

Refreshed as those rocks when ocean waves had them cleansed. Courteous.

But the touch instilled fear as it flew me to uptopia, a phobia.

Realisation that her absense could only be dealt with insanity, insomnia.

Memories flashing in front of my eyes, so vivid and bold, pure gold.

Impatient for the upcoming, as there is so much to create, more to unfold.

I am sure the other side of the lips shares a similar tale to be told,

Those erratic emotions professes love that cannot be calmed and controlled.